(I was going through my drawer when I came across this poem I wrote in Grade 7. I was a much better writer then than now. But I was all “EMO,” haha. All my writings from my past have always been incomplete. This one too. I will not finish them. You can notice that my old writings were more “artificial” than being close to my real life.)
I hear a sound.
Or Death’s Horn?
But it soon came around!
Indeed it was death.
To take away my soul.
For Deed’s Toll!
And shut down forever my breath.
I begged for one more day.
To live and love one last time.
To give away things that were mine.
And tell my family that I cannot stay.